#dimitresc

[tikaestudio]

Dimitrescu Lady. I love Her!!

[butscrewmefirst]

     “ it’s been... far too long since i last saw you, love. how have you been? ”

@dimitresc​ liked for a starter.

[prominencd]

visits  to  the  village  have  turned  rare  after  the  people’s  salvation;    or,    after  your  meddling.    you  have  others  to  keep  an  eye  on  the  them,    after  all,    &    not  everything  necessitates  a  visit.    [ ... ]    but  sometimes,    a  woman  must  preen  her  feathers,    &    that  is  why  you  stand  in  the  grand  foyer  of  dimitrescu  castle. 

“    you’ve  made  it  lovelier  than  when  i  gave  it  to  you.    ” 

& .    ♡    .    .    .     »     @dimitresc​.

[reapersman]

@dimitresc​.

Death is not used to   ( physically )   looking up to people. Often his 8′ height proves intimidating to most mortals, but Lady Dimitrescu stands some few inches taller, and it’s . . . well, it’s certainly new, and Death always welcomes new experiences. Bony fingers tap against the scythe they’re holding, absently playing a tune as the reaper surveys the bloodbath.

It’s not that Death particularly cares what people do to each other. Murder is something that has always happened, and Death does not pass judgement on the living. If he were to start judging everyone, then it would probably start getting in the way of his job. And Death is very good at his job. Still, he wonders how she manages to keep the place clean.

I DON’T LIKE DOING THESE ONES IN PERSON. He says, keenly aware that the Lady can not only see him, but is looking down at him. THEY UPSET BINKY. A glance towards his white steed, who looks like he’s trying to signal to his owner that he’d like to leave right now, thank you. DO YOU HAVE ANY HAY? A STABLE FOR HIM TO WAIT IN WHILE I WORK?

[ronaldsb93]

1 / 1 / 2023

Ew, un año impar (?)

Pero un año nuevo nonetheless, y aunque ya en nuestra conversación personal te desee un año muy chiva, lo repito de nuevo, vos te merecés lo mejor de lo mejor y espero que este año te pase todo lo chiva que pueda suceder :)

Y que entre nosotros sigan existiendo los buenos momentos, las risas, los cariños y los momentos donde te saco de quicio (?)

En cosas que no te he dicho, pero o sea, creo que es bastante obvio, cada vez que inicia un año espero que ese sea el año en el que nos volvamos a ver, pero bueno, ya hemos hablado mucho de eso y ya te he dicho que no quiero incomodarte, entonces que sea el tiempo necesario :emojipensante:

No se si se pueden poner emojis aquí pero si en el transcurso de los días aprendo no me voy a devolver a editar (?)

Pero si, estoy escribiendo esto un rato despues de que dejamos de jugar RE8 y en serio me alegró un super montón escucharte de nuevo :) ojalá pueda suceder mas seguido

Creo que eso es todo por hoy, procedemos a nuestro segmento In Memoriam

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[sadistresc]

@dimitresc​     *     starter   .

          A  DEER  IN  HEADLIGHTS  ,  truly  .  They  cannot  even  feign  innocence  ;  feathers  scattered  in  circle  'round  Cassandra  tell  a  story  of  their  own  ,  and  a  muffled  caw  cracks  the  silence  fogging  up  air  between  them  .  

          WHEN  CASSANDRA  does  reveal  secret  at  last  ,  they're  certain  Mother  will  scold  immediately  .  Cradled  in  arms  is  a  crow  ,  weak  &  hardly  able  to  move  .  "  Mother  !  It  flew  into  the  window  of  your  chambers  .  I  didn't  want  to  just  leave  it  there  ...  "  

[dashingdad]

@dimitresc​ wanted a STARTER

   The last he can remember was watching his own HEADLESS body fall to its knees, as the vampire queen retracted her claws. The SMUG look she wore, as his gapping neck SPEWED black crimson, was now burned into his mind. There was no way he could alive. LOGICALY it was impossible. Yet here Ethan stood at the top of the stairs. This gave him the high ground ( not by much ) for once, when speaking to the woman, “ For what its worth ... I’m sorry about your daughters. “ He spoke with honesty, thought to him she DIDN’T deserve that. Lady Dimitrescu was a MONSTER at its finest, but then what did that make Ethan? The castle was stained DEEP with blood and not all of it was shed by the witch and her daughters. He met her gaze, “ I wanna talk. “ 

The father reach into his jacket, careful to pull the blade free from hiding. THE DAGGER OF DEATH FLOWERS. Ethan held it tight, lowering it to his side. This wasn’t a THREAT, it was his safety deposit, “ Do you have Rose ... Or does Mother Miranda? “ 

[evecursed]

           The angel lifted her cup of tea to take a sip, but stopped midway upon noticing the tall pale women with her peripheral vision watching her. Apathetic smile gingerly spreads across celestial features. Timbre remained polite , head tilting  “ Is there something the matter? I HOPE THAT WHAT.. I said hasn’t hurt you too much. ” refers to her feelings. The primordial being had never cared too much about the other despite being similar in the sense of STYLE.    @dimitresc​